I'm laying in my bed and wonder
Which direction to take
Am I doing the right
Not to feel disappointing
I must choose the right path
But how can I know
In every step ones do
There must be consequences
Can I conquer the hill
Can I reach to  the deep ocean
Can I climb on the mountains
Can I fly to the sky
In the way up don't forget to meet
Those people who will lead you there
Be careful not to turn your head
To those one who will take you down
With them
Is it true about saying
You can do what ever you wish for
Just believe deep in your heart
And you already the half way to get there
Also saying that you must do efforts
To bring yourself your moments of glory
So should I choose the left
Or the right road
To get there to my pathway of life

The bard could write for you , a verse or maybe two ..and could sing for you , romantic songs of love ..
He could put your haphazard life story , into words ..
That would fit you like a glove ..

The bard is a master of deception , and can avoid all reality ..
He could make you look like a hero , or a man of mystery ..

The bard never tells the truth , or ever tells it , as it could ever be ..
In his mind's eye and imagination , the fantasies run , unhindered and totally free ..

The bard knows no limits , the bard observes no rules ..
The bards knows he need not , make any sense , who would listen to him but fools ..

The bard is a dreamer , living in a world of pure fantasy ..
He would be very poor , if he had to earn a proper honest living , just like you and me ..

Instead the bard wanders lonely as a cloud , looking for the rainbows elusive end ..
And what he knows he will soon forget , so as usual  he will just pretend ..

You need to take a pinch of salt with everything the bard might say ..
And give everything a second look , or even three , but  sometimes it makes no sense , or matters much either way ..

The bard will write a verse for you , and sing it softly , when the moon is on the rise ..
But the bard is a master of deception , who can make even the foolish seem very wise..

truth found in those miracles
mysterious yet believable
subtle within a whisper

listen...
can you hear it?

it is there,
but can you see it?

For the wind speaks in many voices
and stands the test of time
staying sealed within this bottle
for some soul to find.

You know it's real.
You KNOW
but do you feel it?

A message in a bottle
the truth we read in red
unable to accept it,
so we toss it out instead.

When will the seal be broken?
Its message spilled over the sands.
The truth impossible to find
while mixed with tiny grains.
But that time has not come yet,
the message floats on.
Forgotten by those who read it.

I write my love in the sand
and wait for the sun
to make infinite bottles.

While digging through life's pretty
I see this crystal glass
And write a muse filled ditty
Remove the top that's brass

If wishes were mere treasures
With notes scribed in ink's flow
I wonder what right measures
Would spin the bottle so

If you should find this bottle
lying washed up by the sea
please give a thought to what'll
be happening to ME!!

Fluidicity was the redefined language
amongst translated lines;
sanctity lingered
upon rivulets of spinning,
wanting nothing
more than to be read with easement of self
thought

A heavy heart,
a broken soul?
Their words stain the page.
A life forlorn;
then a second chance
Though they nearly lost their hold.

lost love I put in a scratch paper,
gently fold and inserted in my old bottle..
slowly it flows down the river,
smile because there's a consequences
and a happy riddle,
will it make it back to shore?
or simply drift into the unknown...?

Illusion spill like granules
of sparkling pyrite
chipped from the mind
instead of the heart

Drifting along on the river of Time
My bottled hopes sail away on the tide
Whilst my memory fades to a day long ago
When you promised to stay by my side


What does it all mean to me?
Something lost in the eyes of a mystery.
It asserts it all once existed.
It confirms that I may yet survive.

Now with patience as your virtue
and a heart so strong to guide
it will wash upon your own shore
with the message still inside

and reading what was placed into
this bottle in your hand
you'll take each step with courage
and spread peace throughout the land.

Black balloons carried you away.
I can not go, can not see, can not feel,
can not know.
        
I watched you fade; distant, drifting, further and further until out of sight.  
I can not see.
      
Oh to bring you back, to hold you, to feel your strong hands behind my back just one more time.  
      
But they carried you away, drifting, dark and distant and you are gone.

I watched you fade; distant, drifting, out of sight.   What was of you was lost in the distance.     Far, so far, oh so far!   I can’t see you.    I can’t hear you.    You can’t see me.   You can’t hear me.  
      
If I could bring you back, hold you, feel your strong arms and hands wrapped around  my back, and feel your generous loving heart.   The heart that you shielded away, lest it be seen as weak.

But black balloons carried you away, drifting, dark and distant, you are gone.      I can not touch you.   I can not see you.    I can not hold you.

I hold your absent presence.

There is something miraculously beautiful
in the poet's mind,
in how he lowers words into colorful pearls,
magical pearls that understand other souls,
cling to other hearts and ennoble them.
There is a magical way in which poetry
manages to touch those who love it.
It’s a magic that cannot be explained by science,
that the poetic soul understands when it’s by itself,
in silence.
There is also a miracle above all miracles:
with one push of a button,
the beads of verse begin to fly
and fly around the planet.
The world of poets
becomes a world without borders,
and such a path is light for others.
What a wonderful feeling!
A poet sends away his precious pearls,
knowing that hundreds of hearts,
all over the world,
will open to embrace them.
Then loneliness is no longer loneliness,
then sadness is no longer sadness,
wounds don’t hurt so much,
because the touch of poetry is the healing touch.

You cannot dismantle
Our impossible Robot
You do not understand
what holds it together.
What makes a man sing to the world.

You cannot break this
it grows from the broken
spreading faster
than a virus
into the souls
of an infinite family

You cannot unplug this
it runs on a power
you do not possess.
Your quantum
cannot fathom
This primitive code
Cannot undo the flesh
of human electricity

You cannot sever
this connection
These bonds were formed
before you were made.
From the grounds beating heart
and the crashing waves
In the dreams
of earths first children

This is Home
This is where we return to
Where the one
becomes many
blind to the trickery
you conjure
babbling in our thousand tongues
firewalled by a freedom
beyond you .

This is our magic
qualified to heal
To arm, to possess
We are legion
We are night
We are the rain
beyond your forecast
and the spell in our sounds
survives

You cannot silence
Imagination.
Cannot blackout a voice
Everything speaks
Everything moves
and as long as birds
swoop and sing together
We will come
One.

It's time..
It's time we all see..
Where dreams can lead
An end that need not be
An end..
An end to heart beat..

So now..
Now does your heart bleed?
And is loneliness the seed?
The ****
What off you must feed
The sorrow so sweet!
Are you like me?
Drowning due to the state of your sanity!
What a calamity!
Tell me dear! Tell me!
What's left of your humanity?
Yes, I can see it plainly!
You're just like me!
All alone,
We must atone!
Do you dare behold,
This fate foretold?
Look in to the future, but pay a fatal price!
Can't communicate what you've seen with your own eyes!
Driving you mad, and you pray the fear and pain dies
But slowly over time it surely can only rise!
Don't be lonely! Join me in this pain!
We can never escape, lest the life of us will drain!
But we can find a way to make it work!
Just a possibility! Doesn't that hold worth?
We don't have to die! We don't have to hurt!
No we don't have to die! Never sleep in the dirt!